Part 8

November 26, 2024

3–4 minutes

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Peanu(t)s: Part 8

And, it's you that I'm addressing Charlie, you!
Not your pimped-out peanut posse,
Not your porn-fed circus donkey crew...

Your force is spent and empty,
In the mud or in the clover,
'Cause your army's all on ketamine,
I'd easy push 'em over. 

And your faulty Christmas Cracker
Has exploded in your face,
Suck on that and season's greetings,
To this whole wide human race.

I've got senses working overtime,
I've got at least a handful,
All the normal ones, plus bi-dar,
Plus the skill to make r-brand dull,

I see straight through all the bullshit,
To the gristle of the matter,
So please forego the mistletoe,
Remix your fanny batter.

Pogue mahone, you lousy maggot,
All your hopes and dreams are Leary fights,
And Marshall thinks that you're a faggot,
Slow to glow with fairy lights.

The gangsters and the feminists
And Hamlet and Macbeth
And Lou Reed and Andy Warhol 
Are on my side, bollock breath!

Take your hollow, gurning culture, 
And your toxic masculinity, 
Your pluralistic ignorance, 
And your "they've all got it infamy",

And put them in your pussy jar,
My genie in a bottle,
May your rub-a-dub triangulate, 
May all your stops be glottal. 

At the warehouses and factories,
They shout it from the rooftops,
They bray and bray all live-long day,
Till ev'ry donkey hoof flops:

The raspberry ripple feminist's
The woman of the hour!
She's an Eighties Gangsta Marilyn!
Owns poetry and Pussy Power!

Hear that Charlie? So now what ya gonna do?
Yes, I own the rhymes, and now I'm owning you!

You're my bitch, here's what I'm throwing for you — Fetch!
You're something from Hieronymus, a stomach-churning wretch,
You're a gash-hag and a grubby, constipated, whey-faced letch, 
You're an outline, you're a scribble, you're an old cartoonist's sketch,
And I know how much you love all the attention and renown,
So I'm gonna make ya famous, Charlie Brown. 


© Sara Nicola Ruth

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Big Up

🥜 “I’ve got senses working overtime,/ I’ve got at least a handful” — referring to “Senses Working Overtime” (1982) by XTC:

I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime,
Try to tell the difference 
'Tween the goods and crimes, 
Dirt or treasure and there's 
One, two, three, four, five...

🥜 “Pogue mahone, you lousy maggot” — referring to The Pogues who were founded in Kings Cross in 1982 as Pogue Mahone, “pogue mahone” being the anglicisation of the Irish “póg mo thóin”, meaning “kiss my arse”. The Pogues’ lead singer Shane MacGowan co-wrote “Fairytale of New York“, first released as a single in 1987:

You scumbag, you maggot, 
You cheap lousy faggot

[More recently the lyric has been changed and the word faggot removed due to its more general use as a homophobic slur.]

🥜 “Marshall thinks you are a faggot” — I think Marshall Mathers used “faggot” to mean hypocrite, coward, fake in “The Lunch Truck Battle” by Eminem from the film 8 Mile (2002):

Fucking homo, little maggot
You can’t hack it
Paul’s gay, you're a faggot
At least he admits it

[As I said above, this lyric seems to me to be about calling out hypocrisy; the context of the lyric is that his character is defending a gay colleague from homophobic abuse. Then again I’m not a gay man and neither is he. I used the words I did in 2014 to suggest that Marshall and I both know some fake-heteros.]